What type of neighbours do you have?

Crispy Bacon · Nov 29, 2012

Mr. November said: ↑

Have a smell through her letterbox - you;ll soon find out.

I'm being serious btw
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Went up and checked but i couldnt get the letter box open for all the mail behind the door........dont know what that means lol

Pinstripe · Nov 29, 2012

On one side theres a couple in there 60s, he's a good *, likes to yatter about the footie, she can be a bit of a nosey * though. The ones on the other side are a couple in there 50s, both great big fat *, he works away fae home but everytime he's home he likes to give her a good pumping, usually when their windows open, you can hear the * flab slapping together, geez me the * squeaky boke

CheGuevara · Nov 29, 2012

A fair representation of mine!

Cathairbhoy · Nov 29, 2012

Lecs said: ↑

When I lived in Paisley my neighbors were mental. Had a mad guy above me who was a diehard St Mirren fan, I remember a game where they really narrowly missed out on promotion to the SPL.. Mad Frank chucked his tele out the winday! There was an auld alky at the bottom who constantly set off fire alarms cause he got steemin and left steak pies in the oven and that, I'm sure he caused two big fires anawl haha. The rest of the neighbors were pretty sound and normal. Aw aye there was a guy across the street who used to shout out his winday at random people, I remember the fire brigade turned up on our street cause the guy in my building, anyway their sirons were on obviously and this annoyed the guy across the street who started going absolutely crazy, he got that angry he ended up hanging out and eventually falling out the window! He was only on the 2nd floor so it was sound.

Moved to Canada now though, my neighbors are jut pure weird, its like something out of a horror film, just bizzare people to be honest. The guy to the left of me is about 45 and all he does is walk his dog, every single day. Lives with his maw and dad as well. So aye I kinda miss the characters of Seedhill haha.
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in tears at that.

703Bhoy · Nov 29, 2012

The people on my street are boring as *. Just some dumb rednecks who ride their dirt bikes and atvs on the street

Celtic abu · Nov 29, 2012

I`m in the * end of nowhere so a sheep would probably be considered my closest neighbour. I`ve never had any problems with him, seems a decent enough lad

Dixie_1878 · Nov 29, 2012

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Just found this thread... thought I'd chip in my situation.

Below me is a junkie who used to have his TV on full blast 24/7. Vibrations up the wall, done my head in. Gets worse when his scabby girlfriend is there. Usually arguing over tobacco. I told the * to turn if off. Obviously he fancies himself as a bit of a hard man as he's done a few months in jail. Starting getting worse. Lost it one night and he started mouthing off out the window. He told me to come out... I'm straight out raging. He won't at this stage come out of his flat. Carried on tormenting him all night, saying I'll get you when you go out to the Chemist, the usual stuff. Went quite for a few weeks. No surprise though it starts up again. This time more threats by me were made, he wouldn't come out.

It's been pretty quiet for most of the time. The guy never leaves his flat. Everytime I'm in I shout abuse out the window. Turn it around. Enjoy bullying the skag head * to be honest.

Anyway a few weeks back the neighbours were having a party. Our block overlooks their garden. He had the cheek to shout out the window "turn it down I've got work in the morning". I've lost it and shouted abuse at him. He obviously was out of his face and he thought the neighbours were the ones that were shouting the abuse at him! He then went on with no reasoning from them to tell them he was coming outside. I was * myself and the neighbours know what a scumbag he is. I quickly went out my door and shouted it's me up here who said that. He bolted back in to his flat, shut the window, not another peep since until tonight! His aids infested girlfriend has returned shouting and I'm chipping in with a few comments.

Another neighbour - You're never two feet away from a Hun. I live in London and was surprised that a new resident had a North of Ireland accent. Immediately the obsessive * within me thought I must find out if it's a hun. My instinct was right mainly due to the appearance that they were indeed a hun. It's a woman who lives with a man (he's a right *... mouthing off constantly ). Anyway, everytime I come in I shout a few anti-Loyalist remarks towards her door. Can't wait for that confrontation.

'Neighbours' opposite are dirty drug pushing scum who sell to under 18s. Myself having a problem with this and given the place I'm living in is a shithole graffitied 'RAAD PUSHER OUT' on the stairwell. Don't think they know what RAAD is/was. But the pusher out did cause some 'investigation' on their behalf. No problem with them selling drugs, but to under 18s, I draw the line. Guys no better than a nonce. They got raided as well recently and were back in their flat selling crack that night (grass *).

The very bottom flat was a heroin outlet until the end of August when he caught caught. He was a minor player who thought he was Al Capone. Was great seeing him lick the Polices * when they were round once (another grass * no doubt).

Writing all this just reconfirms how mental this place is. A bloke that lives that the front of the building in a basement kind of set up had all his windows smashed in and was attacked. He moved that week.

Someone has died falling down the stairs outside too.

Armed Police have been at the address twice and the only normal bloke in the building besides me was made to fly on the dirty hepatitis infested stairwell when they burst into the building.

The biggest annoyance for me is that I own this place (was my mums previously) and it is in a fairly upmarket/expensive area of London. Those that live within are paying a pretty large amount to rent (all fuelled from drug dealing). I have no idea how the junkie below has the money to live here so can only assume he has rich parents or the council are paying for it which is a joke as that money could house several families. The drug dealing doesn't bother me in the slightest but selling from your residence brings to much attention on the place is a no-no. Also selling to kids really grinds me. I often wonder what he has them do in return for the drugs.

Previously to this place, I was living in Streatham. Again lived above a dirty junkie who made non stop crack induced noise. First week of living there he came up to my door as I started smashing the * out of the floor because the noise was unbearable and went to punch me in the face. I had already looked through the trusty spyhole to see who it was. I had a hammer in my hand and ended up hitting him on the shoulder with it. Police arrested me and luckily no charge was taken. For the next 6 months of my living there I was at war with the idiot. He would make endless noise, obviously I couldn't go near him again so had to be careful. In the end as I left the place. The week prior to this he came up to my door again. I didn't open it thankfully. He was dripping with blood saying he's got Hep C and he was going to infect me with it. At this point I'm getting ready in case he tries to kick the door in. Cut a long story short a neighbour phoned the Police and that was the end of that.

Feels good getting all this out there as most of it's been building up inside me.
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That line,for some reason,has had me in stitches for * ages

What type of neighbours do you have?

Crispy Bacon

Pinstripe

CheGuevara

Cathairbhoy

703Bhoy

Celtic abu

Dixie_1878